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Aria’s POVThe morning light spilled into the room in pale, hesitant streams, but I couldn’t move. My body was exhausted from the sleepless night, yet my mind refused rest. Every sound in the estate felt amplified the faint hum of the security system, the subtle creak of floorboards, even the distant whir of a drone outside. My pulse still thudded with the adrenaline of yesterday’s preparations, and the knowledge that Caspian was somewhere out there, planning, scheming, made the air feel tight around my chest.Rico had been up for hours, I knew. I could hear the faint tap of his keyboard from the study down the hall. He was always the first to rise, the first to anticipate, the first to act. And even though I appreciated his vigilance, I envied the calm efficiency he carried like armor. I wished I could feel that same unshakable focus, rather than the constant swirl of anxiety and fear in my chest.Finally, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching stiff muscles.

Aria’s POVThe morning sun had barely stretched over Manhattan when I found myself standing at the balcony, coffee cup warming my hands but not my nerves. Even after everything, even after the battles, the revelations, and the nights when fear had pressed so hard against my chest that I couldn’t breathe, there was still this underlying pulse of tension that refused to leave me. It was part of life in this world, I realized. Danger might not be everywhere now, but it always lurked nearby, like a shadow that grew longer as the day went on.Rico’s absence this morning made the silence feel heavier. He had an early board meeting for Zane Industries, and while he had promised to be back by noon, the hours until then stretched long and restless. I rested my hand on my stomach, feeling her stir, and forced myself to take a deep breath. Her tiny kicks were grounding, a tether to the life I had fought so hard to protect.“She’s awake,” I whispered softly, smiling at the movements beneath my pa

Aria’s POVThe city had settled into its late-night rhythm, the streets below quiet except for the occasional hum of a taxi or the distant echo of a siren. I sat at the edge of the balcony, knees tucked to my chest, staring at the lights of Manhattan as they shimmered like scattered jewels. The adrenaline from earlier had faded, replaced with an almost nauseating mixture of relief and exhaustion.Rico hadn’t left my side since the alarm had blared. His presence was constant, quiet but solid, like the steady beat of a drum reminding me I wasn’t alone. I felt her kick as I pressed a hand to my belly, her tiny movements mirroring the fluttering anxiety in my chest. She was safe. We were safe. And yet, I couldn’t shake the sense that tonight was just the beginning.“Aria.” Rico’s voice was soft, almost tentative, but it pulled me from my thoughts. He leaned against the railing beside me, shoulders squared, eyes reflecting the city lights. “You’re thinking too hard. You always do.”“I can’

Aria’s POVThe air inside the estate felt heavier than usual, a quiet tension threading through every room like an uninvited guest. I had spent the morning reviewing security footage with Juno, analyzing every angle, every sensor alert, trying to anticipate the intruder’s next move. But the more we went through, the more I realized just how clever they were. Whoever was behind this had patience, cunning, and resources. And if we weren’t careful, they could strike at any moment.I rubbed my temples, the anxiety coiling in my chest as I pressed my palm to my stomach. She stirred, a tiny kick that reminded me why I couldn’t let fear win. I exhaled, letting the tension roll off me, and focused on the one thing I could control: my mind, my decisions, and the safety of our daughter.“Aria.” Juno’s voice cut through the silence. I looked up to see her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a serious expression etched across her face. “We have a lead.”My pulse quickened. “A lead?” I aske

Aria’s POVThe morning air was crisp when I stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping my hands around a mug of tea. The city stretched out beneath me, a web of lights and motion, but none of it seemed to matter. My mind was still tangled in the events of the night before the mole, the intruders, and the realization that our lives were more precarious than I had ever imagined. Even in the safety of the estate, danger felt like a shadow clinging to our heels.I let out a slow breath, trying to steady my racing heart. She stirred beneath my hand, a tiny kick that reminded me why every risk, every sleepless night, every strategy session mattered. My daughter’s life was intertwined with ours in a way that made every decision sharper, more deliberate. I couldn’t afford hesitation. I wouldn’t.Juno joined me silently, carrying her usual arsenal of gadgets and data reports. She leaned against the railing beside me, her expression thoughtful. “You’re thinking too hard,” she said lightly, but ther